Divergent Factionless Novels & Stories

I mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.

But the smallest flicker of breath passed her lips was enough to keep me moving. I carried her up the slope even as every muscle braced like I was carrying fate itself. When I broke into the clearing near the pack house, wolves turned, eyes narrowing, confusion sparking. My Beta, Rian, stepped forward, brows drawn tight. “You’re bringing a rogue into our walls?” His voice was low and edged. A ripple of agreement ran through the others. Rogues meant danger, sickness, chaos. I met his stare with mine, the air thickening with my dominance. “She comes in,” I said. “Now move.”

Henrik questioned the warrior. “You’re all sheep, you’ll see the true reasons for the merger soon. It’s a violation of our–” “My office, now!” thundered Dane, cutting short the warrior’s rant to the group. It had been a good start to the merger, but some cracks had started to appear. There was an anti-unity sentiment being voiced by a small but loud minority within both the Cape Point and Green Plains sides of the pack. He hadn’t expected to see it within his own warriors though.

Ray turned to Steve. "Earlier I asked how many factions there are in Guillory City—you haven't answered yet." "Ah?" Steve blinked, a little startled. Then he said, "As far as I know, there are six major factions in Guillory City: the Zimtam Outpost, The Gutter Pines, Bunker's End, Fogwall, Greyhaze, and finally Fanghold, which is run by the Jayzepanese soldiers here." Ray nodded. "Who leads each of these six factions? How strong are they?"

“Once time resumed on Earth, Skuld was dead. The Norns created mates in return, they required Arcas to take his mother’s place as the future Norn. To guarantee that Ragnarök does not curse our people, we must unite as one, not letting Skuld’s sacrifice go to waste. If we as a race divide, however, the curse will unlock Loki and cause the end of shifters in the Nine Realms. We divide our power between the four factions of shifters, sharing power and responsibility equally. Arcas’s last duty was to pick a representative to communicate with him. He chose the Amory Jormungandr. I am honored to be your Amory; you see me as a leader. I am only as strong as our four factions. Without you all as one